Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn. — J. Aleksandr Wootton, Forgetting: impressions from the millennial borderland
Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn. — J. Aleksandr Wootton, Forgetting: impressions from the millennial borderland
Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn. — J. Aleksandr Wootton, Forgetting: impressions from the millennial borderland
Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn. — J. Aleksandr Wootton, Forgetting: impressions from the millennial borderland
Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn. — J. Aleksandr Wootton, Forgetting: impressions from the millennial borderland
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Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn.

— J. Aleksandr Wootton, Forgetting: impressions from the millennial borderland
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